There's A New Tribunal Now

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time. I Trust In God,-the Right Shall Be The Right And Other Than The Wrong, While He Endures. I Trust In My Own Soul, That Can Perceive The Outward And The Inward,-nature's Good And God's.

We Mortals Cross The Ocean Of This World Each In His Average Cabin Of A Life; The Bests Not Big, The Worst Yields Elbowroom.

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.